User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/The Diamond of Eternity/@comment-3135907-20120711182714

A beaker of grog flew across the table. Scribin the stoat was having a hard time of it today. "Owch, Cap'n, all I sed was-"

Ridago the searat stood up and slammed his dagger into the tabletop. "Don't yew ever disobey my orders agin, yew ragheaded seascum! I said to keep the slave in good `ealth, didn't I? But yew an' yer oafish brother just flogged `im `alf to death! How'll I ever sell `im now? Eh? Tell me!"

"Er, yew...won't? Eeyargh!" Scribin fell under the Captain's heavy fistfalls.

"Rockear, take this buffoon an' flog `im like `e did the `airymouse. That merchant was worth a score t' me!" A huge weasel emerged from the shadows and dragged the crewstoat away by the scruff. Ridago slammed the door behind them, then sat back down on the Captain's Chair, a golden beauty purloined from the ship of the vole merchant he called "hairymouse".

"Crewbeasts these days..." he muttered to himself. Turning he selected one of his Mossflower maps and surveyed it closely. We should be there in less than a week! thought the corsair captain. ''Then the Diamond'll be mine! Nobeast'll be able to stop me! Just to think, I'll be rich as a king- no, ten kings with that gem. Immortal!''